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Romsey Woodley Rest Camp

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Wednesday, March 13, 1918

Miserable night spent on a straw tick

My dreams went "rolling down the rocky road to Dublin". Jerry Vasconcelles made the air lurid for a good part of the night. Some 27th go to London.

Bugs, Freddie, et moi walked down the road to a farm house and rested our backs against a haystack for a good part of the morning. Gentleman Farmer showed us his pigs

Baker & Chritzman 17 aero flew over from their aerodrome near Salisbury in an old DH6 and landed here. Had a good gab-fest with them. They are flying R.E. 8's. England's flying schools are all crowded they say. Wet Mess in R.F.C. camps.

The 157th quartette are singing for quite a while this evening. It sounds superb in the twilight calm

R - Woodley Rest Camp


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Thursday, Match 14, 1918

The fellows who went up to London return with some wild stories of their parties while there. Major Hartney worms the whole thing out of them by dinner time 

Norty. Cap. West Martin & Wavney each have a different version. Wavncy seems to have some out at the wrong end of the boot. He is not communicative.

Bugs and Grant came in about 10 o'clock soused. Elliot sleeps with me as he returned from London to day. Sleep is impossible when we get the drunks get to sleep in comes Jerry looking for a bed followed by Pruden with something to fill in.